Nightdrive / Apocalypse - Mansfield.TYA

Sleep is gone, light is gone

Everything is covered with shade

Darkness rushes fast and wild

Fields are black, on fire, as a weakened mind

Livid horses, empty mountains

But the night will be tender

Fear is gone, grief is gone

Everything appears so bright

Darkness goes far away

Wether kings or bums, they still have some time

And the night will be tender…